[ VERSE 1 ]

I got somethin for sucker MC's

Rhymes so dope that niggas wanna buy ki's

But I don't sell weight, I sell hits

Druggin your mind with em one at a time

I hit em up with a couple of bars

I'm breakin MC's up like rock guitars

At a Kiss concert, but not this concert

Ain't no make-up, you better wake up

Before the sandman come take your hand

I come into your dreams, or so it seems

While you're deep asleep I'm beginnin another scheme

Gettin that dough, hittin that hoe

In the video, what a bitty, what a pity

But that's the chance you take when you make it

You get strung when the song is sung

But I don't hit notes, I hit quotes I wrote, so

If you know like I know, you better not try no

Dummy move, yo money, move from the mic

Exit stage right, nighty night

Time for bed with a rhyme from Ed

So put on your pijamas and tell your mamas

Beddy-bye, till you're ready to try once more

Cause I'm takin niggas out like a one-night whore

To the store, so who you're really tryin to fool?

We rule, you know we rule



We rule, you know we rule



[ VERSE 2 ]

It gets harder and harder

Cause everybody got to start a

Kid-type hit, but forget that bullshit

I'm on some hype shit, my style is well developped

When I envelop a mic I would like everyone to get the hell up

I set it off, headed off right to the mic

I let if off like an airstrike

I cover the ground with surround sound

Everybody get down before you're left deaf

So what the eff, a duel to the death

Like Macbeth, so kneel to the left

And bow your head, now Ed will rule

I'm takin niggas out like a trip at school

To the park, leadin you into the dark

Now form a double-line, it's trouble time

Now I got to rhyme double-time

Or triple

Cause MC's suck like nipple

I cripple, but they already lame

I come to claim your name and eat your brain

Right out your skull like a monster

And I do what I wantsta when I wantsta

And I ain't even gotta carry the tool

Cause we rule, you know we rule



We rule, you know we rule



[ VERSE 3 ]

I got rhymes a cop can't stop

They don't even chase, so don't even waste

Gas, I'm too fast, I come equipped to rip, money grip

Cause you the paper 

And I'm the Flatbush raper

I rip shit up, your get hit up

I don't take sex, just checks and cash

Stompin niggas out like the Monster Mash

Every single day of the week, plus weekends

You and your weak friends tryin to meet ends

But you can't make em meet, cause you can't make a beat

So now you're beaten, you're meat and you're lookin all meek

You couldn't see me on the highest peak

With a long-range scanner and a antenna

Cause you're fish like a can of

Tune, all on my dock, in my scuna

I see ya later, if not, sooner

So just cool

Cause you know we rule